The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day Chapter 354 - 280: Better to Forget

As he spoke, his voice beca thick with murderous intent.

The Netherworld Dark Fire flickered in Malachi Arcanus’ palm, his voice icy, "Mael Valerius, whether you live or die, you’d better think carefully. You can’t defeat us."

As for Luna not being the original Luna, he didn’t care in the slightest.

After all, what they loved was the current Luna.

It was better that the forr ugly, lazy, greedy, vicious, and filthy Cynthia was dead.

This was the consensus in the hearts of Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Kian Sterling, Zeke Veridian, and Malachi Arcanus.

Soren Phoenix had never t the original Luna Sutton; he always loved the current Luna from the start.

However, Mael Valerius was his cousin, which naturally made him hesitate when acting.

Not as ruthless as the others, his expression was extrely complicated.

"Do you really think I’m afraid of you?"

Mael Valerius’ dark golden eyes surged with a fury that could burn the skies, words forced out through clenched teeth, "Today, no one can stop !"

With that, his Dragon Tail swept across, forcing the five back.

Then he charged straight at Luna Sutton, so fast that only a shadow could be seen.

"I must take Luna’s body with today!"

Mael Valerius’ dragon roar shook the heavens, and space began to distort.

He was actually using the Dragon Clan’s Forbidden Technique.

Kian Sterling’s face changed suddenly, "No good, he’s trying to open a spatial passage to escape."

Luna Sutton’s face turned pale, and she could feel Mael Valerius’ madness and resolve at this mont.

She knew she couldn’t hesitate any longer, or she would truly die.

Moreover, the Wolf Tribe would face utter destruction as well.

"System, use the mory Cutting Knife."

She ordered swiftly in her mind, then quickly added, "Cut away all mories regarding the original owner and myself, including mories of the Wolf Tribe, and preferably all mories of the Lower Domain."

This was to completely sever ties with Mael Valerius once and for all.

From now on, they would be strangers, each on their own path.

"Ding! mory Cutting Knife activated—"

As the system prompt sounded.

The previously raging Torch Dragon suddenly froze, expression turning childlike and confused, then softly fell from mid-air.

"Bang—"

The hundred-ter-long Torch Dragon crashed heavily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Everyone looked at each other, perplexed.

Only Luna Sutton knew that the mory Cutting Knife had taken effect.

She walked forward, looking at the unconscious Mael Valerius, her heart a mix of emotions.

"What’s wrong with him?"

Corbin Crowley asked with a frown.

"Nothing, he just fainted."

Luna Sutton said lightly, then turned to the others, "Let’s go back."

Just as she was about to turn and leave.

"Wait."

Zeke Veridian stopped her, frowning, "Better to finish him off, what if he goes mad again when he wakes up?"

If not for fearing Luna couldn’t bear it, he would have acted long ago.

Luna Sutton paused, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Turning her back to the group, her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, "...No need."

Corbin Crowley’s silver eyes narrowed, "If he wakes up, the first one he’ll kill is you."

"He won’t rember."

Luna Sutton finally turned around, her eyes tinged with red but pulling a bitter smile, "I used a secret technique to cut away all his mories... including , including the Wolf Tribe, even the entire Lower Domain."

At this point, there was nothing left to hide except the unspeakable system.

Kian Sterling’s fox tail stiffened.

He stared at Luna Sutton and suddenly chuckled, "Luna, you’re heartless."

Clearly, the one who couldn’t bear to leave Mael Valerius the most was her.

Rhys Blackwood glanced at the unconscious Torch Dragon, which suddenly transford into Mael Valerius’ form, bloodied and motionless, as if asleep.

He masked the complexity in his eyes, gently pulling Luna Sutton’s hand, gripping it tightly, "Let’s go."

Malachi Arcanus kicked the unconscious Mael Valerius, withdrawing the Netherworld Dark Fire from his palm, "Lucky for him."

Soren Phoenix wanted to speak but paused, finally sighing and dragging Mael Valerius under so shade, looking complex, "Cousin, forgetting might be for the best..."